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A Collection Of Depravation assembles all of legendary Swedish goregrind outfit General Surgery’s out of print singles, vinyl only eps, comp appearances and a few unheard demos into one filthy CD collection. Spanning close to two decade’s worth of material A Collection Of Depravation is a headbanging gallop sure to satisfy the most bloodthirsty goregrind fanatics. A Collection Of Depravation features songs from virtually every lineup of General Surgery, a band which has featured gorelords who have also spent time in Dismember, Afflicted, Crematory, Nasum, Repugnant, Regurgitate and many more. Absolutely essential Swedish death metal/goregrind!!!

The problematics involved
Take on a different guise
Protective clothing and facial masks
I stress are of great importance

Pondering this method I reminisce of Haigh
I spare a thought for his inherent genius
As at the remains I effortlessly hack away

Track Name: Lab Rat

Wreaking anatomical havoc
Chugging formaldehyde
Rabidly gnawing on exposed bone
In the noble name of science
Feasting in a macabre gloom
I'm overcome with bliss
The rotten specimen fills the room
As I frenziedly hack at the hateful putrid stiff
Parasitical theory in practice
Rectal juices extolled with verve
The pinnacle of evolution
Dismembered and befouled with zest
Pustular chunks of internal decay
decorate the walls
Intricate patterns from gastric juice spray
The aftermath of my assault
The fortunes of working in medicine
An outlet for predative zeal
The general intolerance of corpse desecration
Guarantee my results remain unseen

Hospitality in excess // where the dearly departed rest // Badly diguised glee // and crudely concealed zest // Discretely cart in the stiffs // Out of reach of prying eyes // Descend into the realm // of disputable medical practice // Deteriorating shells // Carted into this cadaverous abyss // Discretely cart in the stiffs // Out of reach of prying eyes // Finely honed beguilement // Conceal the true intent // of pathological deviance // The desecration imminent // Retaining a front of respect // In the watchful eyes of the public // But down in the bowels of the morgue // The methods become more drastic // Skewered and ravaged with unbounded bliss // The cold meat is pillaged with impetuous zeal // The facade of courtesy shed with relief // Replaced with a frenzied ecstatic butchery // Seemingly pointless havoc // Is our profession's forte // A haven for our inclination // for anatomical carnage // As stocks are yet replenished, reverence abounds // In solemn silence the deceased are wheeled // Into our aberrant netherworld

Crimson-tinged circuits // Gristle-soaked cogs // Gasoline and formaldehyde // A mixture of mucus and rust // The clash of skin and metal // Shredded brawn and bones // Crushed by stainless steel // Reap the corpses that you sow // Discretely sneak away // As the contraption bolts out of control